Wednesday, 21 February 2018


Isn't it strange that, when female genital mutilation is widely outlawed and reviled in the UK, male genital mutilation continues without a murmur?

Saturday, 3 February 2018


Timing is everything.

Take, for example, the father of one of a number of young women abused by a gymnastics doctor.

Attending the trial of the abuser, the Father asks the Judge for five minutes in a locked room with the perpetrator. The Judge of course refuses. One minute, then, asks the Father. Again, the Judge begins to refuse. The Father lunges forward with a view to attacking the defendant. Deputies quickly grab him, before any harm is done. He is wrestled to the ground, cuffed and led away. I expect he will not be charged, though it's a possibility. When he returns home and perhaps goes to his local bar for a drink, people will gather round and clap him on the back, perhaps buy him a beer. "I'd have done the same myself," they'll say.

But I think the moment of sentencing is an odd time to choose.

Were my daughter to make an honest accusation of abuse, it is possible to imagine I might quickly find myself in a private confrontation with the accused, well before any legal proceedings. A confrontation which might quickly escalate, with the accused man becoming angry enough to threaten me, or even attempt to assault me. Acting therefore purely in self defence, the sharpened machete I happen to have with me would be a natural weapon to deploy.

With nothing other than reasonable force, of course.

No one would congratulate me for that.

But then, I don't often go to bars anyway.


I've looked at news of a number of stars revealing their horrible experiences of sexual coercion and abuse. As the hashtag me too movement gathers pace, more emerge. The perpetrators involved are being named, shamed, and in some cases, criminally punished. But to me it seems we are missing a trick.

The celebrities who are victims of these attacks have nevertheless gone on to success and prominence. That's why they have our attention about their abuse. The trick we are missing is asking these people, "how did you deal with this horrible experience, put it in its place and still go on to success?"

Of course it is right that awareness is raised in order to diminish this particular horrible behaviour. But life will never be free of adversity, and successful people are those who can deal with it, move on and still build their dreams and aspirations into realities.

Mining these skills, understanding them, and passing them on is the real trick. And we're missing it.

Thursday, 25 January 2018


I've never tried writing film reviews before. These will hardly qualify. But the weather is cold and uninviting, the nights dark early, and tis the season for seeing movies.



A film about anger. I don't know if the Director knew the Buddhist quote, that anger is a hot coal. Pick it up and throw it at your enemy. Maybe you will burn your enemy. But you will certainly burn yourself.

Bravura acting, a great message, a plot which keeps you awake. And upliftingly unlike most Hollywood movies.


Gary Oldman plays Churchill.

Imagine Hollywood as a great circus of people who started off life in school plays.

Now imagine they are still at that standard, only doing their stuff on a big screen near you.

Cobblers, really.


Seen on DVD.

Ken Loach trowels on heaps of anti capitalist, anti conservative, anti system drama. And slaps it on very heavy duty. Daniel Blake, well acted, is a man of skills and dignity facing a Kafkaesque version of the benefits system with all its inhumanity to man. Trouble is, his desperation doesn't quite wash. he makes beautiful things from wood. Why doesnt he just sell them? He'd make a small fortune.

It's wooden, this film. Like all propoganda.



Quite a climb. I didn't make the summit, and only just made it back, revived by a hot apple juice and a biscuit. Not sure it was worth it.

Still, I fared better than most.

All those actors dying. A shocking waste. But Pierce Brosnan came out ok.

Nice views of mountains though.

Monday, 22 January 2018


The demise of Carillion threatens jobs and the completion of a number of major public contracts.

It also raises questions about how to pay for public works.

The left bang on about "taking it back in house", whatever that means.

More nuanced observers recognise that when a string of public / private contracts go wrong, you can't simply lay all the blame at the door of the contractor. Moreover, in huge, decade long contracts, there has to be some reciprocity in the risk. Major builders are now refusing to take fixed price contracts from government for that very reason.

I had my own mini experience of this when I wanted to get some barns converted. The builder,who had done some smaller works for me, agreed to pitch on a fixed price basis. He came to me with a price. I played very hardball, and told him that if he even wanted a sniff at it, it would have to be half that price. He, eventually, agreed. After some time on the job, it became apparent that he and his son, working for him, did not appear most weekdays. The reason took some time to emerge. His business had gone bust on the back of my contract. He did complete the work, after a great time, and, as I now see it, somewhat heroically. This poor man was simply ill equipped with the assertiveness to tell me where to stick my price positioning.

On a much larger scale, and complicated by banks and governments standing off against each other to see who would blink first in bailing out debt, this is what has happened to Carillion.

We need major infrastructure projects. They're risky. We need risk sharing. And we need a mature politics, capable of seeing the advantages of this, without playing political football with our infrastructure's future or pretending that a macho stance on any side will actually construct success.

Thursday, 18 January 2018


Past - no longer there.

Future - not here yet.

Tuesday, 16 January 2018


I got thinking about marriage as a whole, as a result of a recent debate about gay marriage and its rights and wrongs.

Acknowledging that there are some married heterosexual couples for whom marriage was a sacrament, and for whom, their sacrament is tarnished by gay marriage, should gay people be apologetic in their approach to the subject, notwithstanding their newly acquired rights?

Moreover, since the rights fought for in gay marriage are almost all realisable only upon divorce, and since divorce is a de facto end to the vows of marriage, shouldn’t anyone seeking those said rights of marriage be denied the right to marry on the grounds that they don’t really mean the permanence of their vows?

I suggested that this could be tested with a scenario based interview test. For example, potential marriage partners could be asked, "would you still want to marry each other if none of the rights of marriage applied?" Those answering yes would be qualified. On the other hand, anyone answering, "what then would be the point?" would simultaneously be disbarred, and demonstrate their evident sanity and good sense.

I encountered a leading divorce lawyer who argued that marriage ought to be a renewable term contract. Although he would say this wouldn't he, there's a lot of sense to it.

I was married once. I don't intend trying it again.

Not that my marriage was always unhappy. But it seems against my life experience to be able to promise to love another forever. That may be the dream of many a couple and the reality of a few, but some 40% marriages end in divorce, so it is patently not universal. I suspect many other marriages endure a misery which would be better resolved by parting.

The real problem I have with it is that I don't know what the future will bring. And that's a good thing in terms of facilitating my living in the here and now. It's a feature of my life I wouldn't want to lose. A great advantage to my mental health. A discipline that guards against the habit of worry.

Marriage is on the decline. That is commonly seen as a decline in society.

I wonder.

Monday, 15 January 2018


When Jed, my youngest son, went to University I packed him off, along with a substantial wedge of cash to pay for his studies, with two practical pieces of advice.

The first was to grow herbs. I backed this with sending him a small garden's worth of growing herbs. Well, to be accurate, a window box full. Unfortunately he neither tended nor used them. Youthful wantonness. I probably would have been no different. But a few herbs added to the humblest of ingredients transform eating. That was my thought.

The second was to go to church. My thinking here was that church is full of charitable old ladies, just waiting to express their charitable instincts by feeding an evidently hungry young man. He need never want for a Sunday lunch again.

It turned out both pieces of advice went unheeded.

Advice does, is my experience.

Which raises the question, what helps?

It's a question with which I have struggled all my professional life, and a lot of my personal life too.

If anyone knows the answer, do advise me.

Not, of course, that I'll listen!


Friends of mine have been expressing online how upset they still are at the Brexit referendum result.

My advice?

Get over it.

This advice, like much advice, has been roundly rejected.

Fair enough. Be unhappy then.

That's the choice.

Stark and simple though it is, we either give an event enduring power over our happiness, or we reclaim our composure by getting over it.

No matter how powerful the event, short of death and extremities of pain perhaps, at a profound level, we control our own responses to it.

Get over it, therefore, is not patronising, but simple good advice for living. Not lacking compassion, but demonstrating it.

I read somewhere "the act of happiness is the most revolutionary." I understand why. No system, no event, no political control, no hierarchy, no boss, no adversity truly makes you unhappy.

Truly you decide for yourself.

Saturday, 13 January 2018



Mr Trump has described the countries from which immigrants come to the USA as"shit holes", it is alleged. Of course, it is alleged by a leading democrat. So one needs to apply a healthy pinch of salt. But we know that Mr Trump has a habit of blurting out politically incorrect epithets. Perhaps there is truth in the allegations.

Here's the thing.

The average American, without a passport, and very likely never to have travelled to these places, probably also holds this preconception. Moreover, the minority of Americans who have visited places like Haiti, Kenya, Nigeria, Libya and so on, may very well hold the same view. Mr Trump has a point.

But the liberal view would be that we can't say that sort of thing. So, as far as neo liberals are concerned, the places aren't shit holes. Or perhaps deep in the truthful recesses of the neo liberal consciousness, is a suspicion that they might actually be shit holes but that it would be improper to admit such a thing.

But if these places aren't shit holes, why do people make such strenuous efforts to leave them? And what moral requirement is there on us, the USA, to embrace them, if shit holes are not what they are fleeing?

And, the killer card - if they aren't shit holes why do they need our aid?

It's just possible that this $37.6 billion may be an unexpected windfall from Mr Trump's candour.

And for a man playing "America First", one which, given the least opportunity, he will grab.

Liberal sensibilities may just hand it to him.

Friday, 12 January 2018